Underwater Mountains
Underwater Mountains Nabila Irshad And so I threw nickels into Glorious skies, Thinking time could be Brought to a standstill, Passing slowly like
Underwater Mountains Nabila Irshad And so I threw nickels into Glorious skies, Thinking time could be Brought to a standstill, Passing slowly like
My Mother’s Tongue Nabila Irshad I have long since adored my mother’s Honey-drenched complexion As a landmark to my heritage, Her histories and
Open Your Third Eye Nabila Irshad We are the faceless masses. Spread the hatred through Our craniums like a terminal disease. Blind us
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